A/N: I was reading some Naruto oneshots a few days ago and it occurred to me that I was beginning to get a liking for Sasuhina fics. I think it's because of how brooding, mysterious and dark Sasuke is compared to how shy, quiet and nervous Hinata is. I think the juxtaposition is great between their personalities and makes them a fascinating couple.

Hinata's favorite customer at Ichiraku's Diner is the handsome Sasuke Uchiha, but every time he comes to the restaurant, she never gets the courage to tell him her name. Based off the Alicia Keys song.

There was no doubt about it. Sasuke Uchiha was a sinfully good-looking man. Possibly the best looking man Hinata had ever seen come through the doors of the diner where she worked.

His jet black hair was long and spiky, which he always kept tied back in a ponytail. He came to Ichiraku's Diner every Wednesday for lunch, sporting a fine suit with cuff links that made him look so handsome. Without fail, he ordered the number three special with hot chocolate.

Every time he came to the diner, he looked ten times better to Hinata than a measly cup of chocolate.

Now, Hinata Hyuuga was not a woman who was very vocal about her desires, especially when it came to men whom she found attractive - that was more of Ino and Sakura's area, not hers - but she couldn't deny the tightness in her belly and the tingles that ran down her spine whenever Sasuke looked at her.

Every time he showed up at the diner, Hinata always made sure that she was the first waitress to serve him. Ino and Sakura always griped at her about this, but she was more alert than they were in the day. She'd memorized the exact time that he came to the restaurant so she'd be in the proper position. Sometimes it wasn't easy getting to him because of the two obsessive females, but Hinata was always prepared.

She remember once how Sasuke's hands had brushed against her own as she handed him his morning coffee. She had thought the moment was merely innocent, but the smirk on his face that he sent her way when their fingers touched was enough to make her want to run to the restroom and throw cold water on her face.

Oftentimes, she'd muse on whether he was attracted to her as she was to him. Did he want her as badly as she wanted him or was he just toying with her? If only she weren't so painfully shy, she could go up to him and just tell him what her name was!

Her fears always stopped her every time. What if he thought she was coming on to him? What if he was turned off by her being forward? What if he thought she was beneath her notice? What if he had a girlfriend and laughed at her for talking to him? The list went on and on.

Her cousin Neji and her little sister, Hanabi had tried to help her get over her shyness when she was a young girl and it had worked. Usually when you force a timid person into a situation where there were a large group of people in the room and they had to socialize or suffocate - Hanabi's words, not Hinata's - they would fall back in survival mode.

The scheme had worked perfectly. Hinata may have been a little bit of a trembling mess once it was over, but she felt more confident dealing with people she didn't know. She was still shy, but now, she wasn't pointing her forefingers together and stuttering like she used to do when she was younger.

Still, when it came to Sasuke Uchiha, she went back to her default. Now, there had been moments when she made small chat with him, but the knot in her stomach would tighten and her inner voice would rag at her. Just leave him alone and let him eat in peace! Maybe he doesn't want to be bothered with you! Unfortunately, she listened every time and retreated back into the kitchen or to serve another customer.

That didn't mean she hadn't daydreamed about being with him, though.

Every day when Hinata made her journey home after work, she thought about what it would be like if she had the guts to take the business card Sasuke left on the counter once and call him. She could see everything in color as if it were really happening.

Their first date.
He'd take her to a fancy restaurant and openly talk about his family and his aspirations in life. They'd have a lovely time talking about themselves and bonding. Then he'd shyly touch her hand and tell her that he wanted to see her again. She'd smile a lot, finding that she'd never had a more wonderful time with another person.

Their first kiss.
He'd press his lips to hers as she stood on the front steps of her house. The kiss would be so passionate, it'd make her head swim and her heart pound with fervor. She wouldn't let him in for a nightcap because they both knew that if she invited him inside, they would do more than just have a couple of drinks.

Their first time.
He'd be gentle, so gentle and warm, taking care not to hurt her as he'd stroke his way into her body. Every thrust would bring her closer to her climax. Their fingers entwine as their bodies would meet in a mating of the flesh. Her quiet moans would begin to rise until she'd scream his name in passion as she'd reach that delicious bliss.

Sasuke was going to miss a good thing that was right in front of him. She swore that it drove her crazy how he was always so close, every Wednesday that he came to the diner and yet, so far out of reach. Hinata began to feel desperation rise up and she started doing things to get his attention.

She gave him coffee refills, even when he didn't ask for them. She let their fingers brush when she handed him his plate of food. She'd even mess up his order just so he would have to look up at her - it was a wonder that he didn't think she was crazy. Unless, he already did.

None of these things got his attention and it frustrated her to no end. All he'd do is smile and thank her, then turn his attention back to his newspaper.

Hinata knew she was in bad shape when she started feeling jealous of that damn paper in his hands. At least it was being touched and handled by his strong, nimble fingers. She had no such satisfaction, herself.

She'd literally be sitting up every night in her bed, unable to find peaceful sleep, on account of Sasuke Uchiha. The man was like a candy bar within her reach, but she couldn't have. He was tantalizing and tempting and he filled her dreams with his presence.

"What is it going to take for you to notice me?" She'd ask aloud, as if he were lying in bed next to her.

Eventually, she'd fall asleep, exhausted by the stress and the unfulfilling sensation of being denied the one man she wanted more than anything.

Another day, another afternoon, she would pour him his coffee, give him his food and gaze at him from afar. The yearning that she felt in of her soul would no doubt, be a close part of her for as long as she saw him come to this diner.

It just tore at her deep inside because, after the four months that Sasuke had frequented the diner, he still didn't know her name. Would he ever know?